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The wealthy curled darlings of our nation.

      — Othello, Act I Scene 2


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The Taming of the Shrew

Act I

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Scene 1. Padua. A public place

Scene 2. Padua. Before HORTENSIO’S house


Act I, Scene 1

Padua. A public place

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Enter LUCENTIO and his man TRANIO

  • Lucentio. Tranio, since for the great desire I had
    To see fair Padua, nursery of arts, 295
    I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy,
    The pleasant garden of great Italy,
    And by my father's love and leave am arm'd
    With his good will and thy good company,
    My trusty servant well approv'd in all, 300
    Here let us breathe, and haply institute
    A course of learning and ingenious studies.
    Pisa, renowned for grave citizens,
    Gave me my being and my father first,
    A merchant of great traffic through the world, 305
    Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii;
    Vincentio's son, brought up in Florence,
    It shall become to serve all hopes conceiv'd,
    To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds.
    And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study, 310
    Virtue and that part of philosophy
    Will I apply that treats of happiness
    By virtue specially to be achiev'd.
    Tell me thy mind; for I have Pisa left
    And am to Padua come as he that leaves 315
    A shallow plash to plunge him in the deep,
    And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst.
  • Tranio. Mi perdonato, gentle master mine;
    I am in all affected as yourself;
    Glad that you thus continue your resolve 320
    To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy.
    Only, good master, while we do admire
    This virtue and this moral discipline,
    Let's be no Stoics nor no stocks, I pray,
    Or so devote to Aristotle's checks 325
    As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur'd.
    Balk logic with acquaintance that you have,
    And practise rhetoric in your common talk;
    Music and poesy use to quicken you;
    The mathematics and the metaphysics, 330
    Fall to them as you find your stomach serves you.
    No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en;
    In brief, sir, study what you most affect.
  • Lucentio. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise.
    If, Biondello, thou wert come ashore, 335
    We could at once put us in readiness,
    And take a lodging fit to entertain
    Such friends as time in Padua shall beget.
    Enter BAPTISTA with his two daughters, KATHERINA
    and BIANCA; GREMIO, a pantaloon; HORTENSIO, 340
    suitor to BIANCA. LUCENTIO and TRANIO stand by
    But stay awhile; what company is this?
  • Tranio. Master, some show to welcome us to town.
  • Baptista Minola. Gentlemen, importune me no farther,
    For how I firmly am resolv'd you know; 345
    That is, not to bestow my youngest daughter
    Before I have a husband for the elder.
    If either of you both love Katherina,
    Because I know you well and love you well,
    Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure. 350
  • Gremio. To cart her rather. She's too rough for me.
    There, there, Hortensio, will you any wife?
  • Katherina. [To BAPTISTA] I pray you, sir, is it your will
    To make a stale of me amongst these mates?
  • Hortensio. Mates, maid! How mean you that? No mates for you, 355
    Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.
  • Katherina. I' faith, sir, you shall never need to fear;
    Iwis it is not halfway to her heart;
    But if it were, doubt not her care should be
    To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool, 360
    And paint your face, and use you like a fool.
  • Hortensio. From all such devils, good Lord deliver us!
  • Gremio. And me, too, good Lord!
  • Tranio. Husht, master! Here's some good pastime toward;
    That wench is stark mad or wonderful froward. 365
  • Lucentio. But in the other's silence do I see
    Maid's mild behaviour and sobriety.
    Peace, Tranio!
  • Tranio. Well said, master; mum! and gaze your fill.
  • Baptista Minola. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good 370
    What I have said- Bianca, get you in;
    And let it not displease thee, good Bianca,
    For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl.
  • Katherina. A pretty peat! it is best
    Put finger in the eye, an she knew why. 375
  • Bianca. Sister, content you in my discontent.
    Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe;
    My books and instruments shall be my company,
    On them to look, and practise by myself.
  • Lucentio. Hark, Tranio, thou mayst hear Minerva speak! 380
  • Hortensio. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange?
    Sorry am I that our good will effects
    Bianca's grief.
  • Gremio. Why will you mew her up,
    Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell, 385
    And make her bear the penance of her tongue?
  • Baptista Minola. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolv'd.
    Go in, Bianca. Exit BIANCA
    And for I know she taketh most delight
    In music, instruments, and poetry, 390
    Schoolmasters will I keep within my house
    Fit to instruct her youth. If you, Hortensio,
    Or, Signior Gremio, you, know any such,
    Prefer them hither; for to cunning men
    I will be very kind, and liberal 395
    To mine own children in good bringing-up;
    And so, farewell. Katherina, you may stay;
    For I have more to commune with Bianca. Exit
  • Katherina. Why, and I trust I may go too, may I not?
    What! shall I be appointed hours, as though, belike, 400
    I knew not what to take and what to leave? Ha! Exit
  • Gremio. You may go to the devil's dam; your gifts are so good
    here's none will hold you. There! Love is not so great,
    Hortensio, but we may blow our nails together, and fast it fairly
    out; our cake's dough on both sides. Farewell; yet, for the love 405
    I bear my sweet Bianca, if I can by any means light on a fit man
    to teach her that wherein she delights, I will wish him to her
  • Hortensio. So Will I, Signior Gremio; but a word, I pray. Though
    the nature of our quarrel yet never brook'd parle, know now, upon 410
    advice, it toucheth us both- that we may yet again have access to
    our fair mistress, and be happy rivals in Bianca's love- to
    labour and effect one thing specially.
  • Hortensio. Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister. 415
  • Gremio. I say a devil. Think'st thou, Hortensio, though her father
    be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to hell?
  • Hortensio. Tush, Gremio! Though it pass your patience and mine to 420
    endure her loud alarums, why, man, there be good fellows in the
    world, an a man could light on them, would take her with all
    faults, and money enough.
  • Gremio. I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her dowry with this
    condition: to be whipp'd at the high cross every morning. 425
  • Hortensio. Faith, as you say, there's small choice in rotten
    apples. But, come; since this bar in law makes us friends, it
    shall be so far forth friendly maintain'd till by helping
    Baptista's eldest daughter to a husband we set his youngest free
    for a husband, and then have to't afresh. Sweet Bianca! Happy man 430
    be his dole! He that runs fastest gets the ring. How say you,
    Signior Gremio?
  • Gremio. I am agreed; and would I had given him the best horse in
    Padua to begin his wooing that would thoroughly woo her, wed her,
    and bed her, and rid the house of her! Come on. 435


  • Tranio. I pray, sir, tell me, is it possible
    That love should of a sudden take such hold?
  • Lucentio. O Tranio, till I found it to be true,
    I never thought it possible or likely. 440
    But see! while idly I stood looking on,
    I found the effect of love in idleness;
    And now in plainness do confess to thee,
    That art to me as secret and as dear
    As Anna to the Queen of Carthage was- 445
    Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish, Tranio,
    If I achieve not this young modest girl.
    Counsel me, Tranio, for I know thou canst;
    Assist me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt.
  • Tranio. Master, it is no time to chide you now; 450
    Affection is not rated from the heart;
    If love have touch'd you, nought remains but so:
    'Redime te captum quam queas minimo.'
  • Lucentio. Gramercies, lad. Go forward; this contents;
    The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's sound. 455
  • Tranio. Master, you look'd so longly on the maid.
    Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all.
  • Lucentio. O, yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face,
    Such as the daughter of Agenor had,
    That made great Jove to humble him to her hand, 460
    When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strand.
  • Tranio. Saw you no more? Mark'd you not how her sister
    Began to scold and raise up such a storm
    That mortal ears might hardly endure the din?
  • Lucentio. Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move, 465
    And with her breath she did perfume the air;
    Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her.
  • Tranio. Nay, then 'tis time to stir him from his trance.
    I pray, awake, sir. If you love the maid,
    Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her. Thus it stands: 470
    Her elder sister is so curst and shrewd
    That, till the father rid his hands of her,
    Master, your love must live a maid at home;
    And therefore has he closely mew'd her up,
    Because she will not be annoy'd with suitors. 475
  • Lucentio. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he!
    But art thou not advis'd he took some care
    To get her cunning schoolmasters to instruct her?
  • Tranio. Ay, marry, am I, sir, and now 'tis plotted.
  • Tranio. Master, for my hand,
    Both our inventions meet and jump in one.
  • Tranio. You will be schoolmaster,
    And undertake the teaching of the maid- 485
    That's your device.
  • Tranio. Not possible; for who shall bear your part
    And be in Padua here Vincentio's son;
    Keep house and ply his book, welcome his friends, 490
    Visit his countrymen, and banquet them?
  • Lucentio. Basta, content thee, for I have it full.
    We have not yet been seen in any house,
    Nor can we be distinguish'd by our faces
    For man or master. Then it follows thus: 495
    Thou shalt be master, Tranio, in my stead,
    Keep house and port and servants, as I should;
    I will some other be- some Florentine,
    Some Neapolitan, or meaner man of Pisa.
    'Tis hatch'd, and shall be so. Tranio, at once 500
    Uncase thee; take my colour'd hat and cloak.
    When Biondello comes, he waits on thee;
    But I will charm him first to keep his tongue.
  • Tranio. So had you need. [They exchange habits]
    In brief, sir, sith it your pleasure is, 505
    And I am tied to be obedient-
    For so your father charg'd me at our parting:
    'Be serviceable to my son' quoth he,
    Although I think 'twas in another sense-
    I am content to be Lucentio, 510
    Because so well I love Lucentio.
  • Lucentio. Tranio, be so because Lucentio loves;
    And let me be a slave t' achieve that maid
    Whose sudden sight hath thrall'd my wounded eye.
    [Enter BIONDELLO.] 515
    Here comes the rogue. Sirrah, where have you been?
  • Biondello. Where have I been! Nay, how now! where are you?
    Master, has my fellow Tranio stol'n your clothes?
    Or you stol'n his? or both? Pray, what's the news?
  • Lucentio. Sirrah, come hither; 'tis no time to jest, 520
    And therefore frame your manners to the time.
    Your fellow Tranio here, to save my life,
    Puts my apparel and my count'nance on,
    And I for my escape have put on his;
    For in a quarrel since I came ashore 525
    I kill'd a man, and fear I was descried.
    Wait you on him, I charge you, as becomes,
    While I make way from hence to save my life.
    You understand me?
  • Lucentio. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth:
    Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio.
  • Biondello. The better for him; would I were so too!
  • Tranio. So could I, faith, boy, to have the next wish after,
    That Lucentio indeed had Baptista's youngest daughter. 535
    But, sirrah, not for my sake but your master's, I advise
    You use your manners discreetly in all kind of companies.
    When I am alone, why, then I am Tranio;
    But in all places else your master Lucentio.
  • Lucentio. Tranio, let's go. 540
    One thing more rests, that thyself execute-
    To make one among these wooers. If thou ask me why-
    Sufficeth, my reasons are both good and weighty. Exeunt.

The Presenters above speak

  • Christopher Sly. Yes, by Saint Anne do I. A good matter, surely; comes there
    any more of it?
  • Page. My lord, 'tis but begun.
  • Christopher Sly. 'Tis a very excellent piece of work, madam lady
    Would 'twere done! [They sit and mark] 550
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Act I, Scene 2

Padua. Before HORTENSIO’S house


Enter PETRUCHIO and his man GRUMIO

  • Petruchio. Verona, for a while I take my leave,
    To see my friends in Padua; but of all
    My best beloved and approved friend,
    Hortensio; and I trow this is his house. 555
    Here, sirrah Grumio, knock, I say.
  • Grumio. Knock, sir! Whom should I knock?
    Is there any man has rebus'd your worship?
  • Petruchio. Villain, I say, knock me here soundly.
  • Grumio. Knock you here, sir? Why, sir, what am I, sir, that I 560
    should knock you here, sir?
  • Petruchio. Villain, I say, knock me at this gate,
    And rap me well, or I'll knock your knave's pate.
  • Grumio. My master is grown quarrelsome. I should knock you first,
    And then I know after who comes by the worst. 565
  • Petruchio. Will it not be?
    Faith, sirrah, an you'll not knock I'll ring it;
    I'll try how you can sol-fa, and sing it.

[He wrings him by the ears]

  • Grumio. Help, masters, help! My master is mad. 570
  • Petruchio. Now knock when I bid you, sirrah villain!


  • Hortensio. How now! what's the matter? My old friend Grumio and my
    good friend Petruchio! How do you all at Verona?
  • Petruchio. Signior Hortensio, come you to part the fray? 575
    'Con tutto il cuore ben trovato' may I say.
  • Hortensio. Alla nostra casa ben venuto,
    Molto honorato signor mio Petruchio.
    Rise, Grumio, rise; we will compound this quarrel.
  • Grumio. Nay, 'tis no matter, sir, what he 'leges in Latin. If this 580
    be not a lawful cause for me to leave his service- look you, sir:
    he bid me knock him and rap him soundly, sir. Well, was it fit
    for a servant to use his master so; being, perhaps, for aught I
    see, two and thirty, a pip out?
    Whom would to God I had well knock'd at first, 585
    Then had not Grumio come by the worst.
  • Petruchio. A senseless villain! Good Hortensio,
    I bade the rascal knock upon your gate,
    And could not get him for my heart to do it.
  • Grumio. Knock at the gate? O heavens! Spake you not these words 590
    plain: 'Sirrah knock me here, rap me here, knock me well, and
    knock me soundly'? And come you now with 'knocking at the gate'?
  • Petruchio. Sirrah, be gone, or talk not, I advise you.
  • Hortensio. Petruchio, patience; I am Grumio's pledge;
    Why, this's a heavy chance 'twixt him and you, 595
    Your ancient, trusty, pleasant servant Grumio.
    And tell me now, sweet friend, what happy gale
    Blows you to Padua here from old Verona?
  • Petruchio. Such wind as scatters young men through the world
    To seek their fortunes farther than at home, 600
    Where small experience grows. But in a few,
    Signior Hortensio, thus it stands with me:
    Antonio, my father, is deceas'd,
    And I have thrust myself into this maze,
    Haply to wive and thrive as best I may; 605
    Crowns in my purse I have, and goods at home,
    And so am come abroad to see the world.
  • Hortensio. Petruchio, shall I then come roundly to thee
    And wish thee to a shrewd ill-favour'd wife?
    Thou'dst thank me but a little for my counsel, 610
    And yet I'll promise thee she shall be rich,
    And very rich; but th'art too much my friend,
    And I'll not wish thee to her.
  • Petruchio. Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as we
    Few words suffice; and therefore, if thou know 615
    One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife,
    As wealth is burden of my wooing dance,
    Be she as foul as was Florentius' love,
    As old as Sibyl, and as curst and shrewd
    As Socrates' Xanthippe or a worse- 620
    She moves me not, or not removes, at least,
    Affection's edge in me, were she as rough
    As are the swelling Adriatic seas.
    I come to wive it wealthily in Padua;
    If wealthily, then happily in Padua. 625
  • Grumio. Nay, look you, sir, he tells you flatly what his mind is.
    Why, give him gold enough and marry him to a puppet or an
    aglet-baby, or an old trot with ne'er a tooth in her head, though
    she has as many diseases as two and fifty horses. Why, nothing
    comes amiss, so money comes withal. 630
  • Hortensio. Petruchio, since we are stepp'd thus far in,
    I will continue that I broach'd in jest.
    I can, Petruchio, help thee to a wife
    With wealth enough, and young and beauteous;
    Brought up as best becomes a gentlewoman; 635
    Her only fault, and that is faults enough,
    Is- that she is intolerable curst,
    And shrewd and froward so beyond all measure
    That, were my state far worser than it is,
    I would not wed her for a mine of gold. 640
  • Petruchio. Hortensio, peace! thou know'st not gold's effect.
    Tell me her father's name, and 'tis enough;
    For I will board her though she chide as loud
    As thunder when the clouds in autumn crack.
  • Hortensio. Her father is Baptista Minola, 645
    An affable and courteous gentleman;
    Her name is Katherina Minola,
    Renown'd in Padua for her scolding tongue.
  • Petruchio. I know her father, though I know not her;
    And he knew my deceased father well. 650
    I will not sleep, Hortensio, till I see her;
    And therefore let me be thus bold with you
    To give you over at this first encounter,
    Unless you will accompany me thither.
  • Grumio. I pray you, sir, let him go while the humour lasts. O' my 655
    word, and she knew him as well as I do, she would think scolding
    would do little good upon him. She may perhaps call him half a
    score knaves or so. Why, that's nothing; and he begin once, he'll
    rail in his rope-tricks. I'll tell you what, sir: an she stand
    him but a little, he will throw a figure in her face, and so 660
    disfigure her with it that she shall have no more eyes to see
    withal than a cat. You know him not, sir.
  • Hortensio. Tarry, Petruchio, I must go with thee,
    For in Baptista's keep my treasure is.
    He hath the jewel of my life in hold, 665
    His youngest daughter, beautiful Bianca;
    And her withholds from me, and other more,
    Suitors to her and rivals in my love;
    Supposing it a thing impossible-
    For those defects I have before rehears'd- 670
    That ever Katherina will be woo'd.
    Therefore this order hath Baptista ta'en,
    That none shall have access unto Bianca
    Till Katherine the curst have got a husband.
  • Grumio. Katherine the curst! 675
    A title for a maid of all titles the worst.
  • Hortensio. Now shall my friend Petruchio do me grace,
    And offer me disguis'd in sober robes
    To old Baptista as a schoolmaster
    Well seen in music, to instruct Bianca; 680
    That so I may by this device at least
    Have leave and leisure to make love to her,
    And unsuspected court her by herself.
    Enter GREMIO with LUCENTIO disguised as CAMBIO
  • Grumio. Here's no knavery! See, to beguile the old folks, how the 685
    young folks lay their heads together! Master, master, look about
    you. Who goes there, ha?
  • Hortensio. Peace, Grumio! It is the rival of my love. Petruchio,
    stand by awhile.
  • Grumio. A proper stripling, and an amorous! 690

[They stand aside]

  • Gremio. O, very well; I have perus'd the note.
    Hark you, sir; I'll have them very fairly bound-
    All books of love, see that at any hand;
    And see you read no other lectures to her. 695
    You understand me- over and beside
    Signior Baptista's liberality,
    I'll mend it with a largess. Take your paper too,
    And let me have them very well perfum'd;
    For she is sweeter than perfume itself 700
    To whom they go to. What will you read to her?
  • Lucentio. Whate'er I read to her, I'll plead for you
    As for my patron, stand you so assur'd,
    As firmly as yourself were still in place;
    Yea, and perhaps with more successful words 705
    Than you, unless you were a scholar, sir.
  • Gremio. O this learning, what a thing it is!
  • Grumio. O this woodcock, what an ass it is!
  • Hortensio. Grumio, mum! [Coming forward] 710
    God save you, Signior Gremio!
  • Gremio. And you are well met, Signior Hortensio.
    Trow you whither I am going? To Baptista Minola.
    I promis'd to enquire carefully
    About a schoolmaster for the fair Bianca; 715
    And by good fortune I have lighted well
    On this young man; for learning and behaviour
    Fit for her turn, well read in poetry
    And other books- good ones, I warrant ye.
  • Hortensio. 'Tis well; and I have met a gentleman 720
    Hath promis'd me to help me to another,
    A fine musician to instruct our mistress;
    So shall I no whit be behind in duty
    To fair Bianca, so beloved of me.
  • Gremio. Beloved of me- and that my deeds shall prove. 725
  • Grumio. And that his bags shall prove.
  • Hortensio. Gremio, 'tis now no time to vent our love.
    Listen to me, and if you speak me fair
    I'll tell you news indifferent good for either.
    Here is a gentleman whom by chance I met, 730
    Upon agreement from us to his liking,
    Will undertake to woo curst Katherine;
    Yea, and to marry her, if her dowry please.
  • Gremio. So said, so done, is well.
    Hortensio, have you told him all her faults? 735
  • Petruchio. I know she is an irksome brawling scold;
    If that be all, masters, I hear no harm.
  • Gremio. No, say'st me so, friend? What countryman?
  • Petruchio. Born in Verona, old Antonio's son.
    My father dead, my fortune lives for me; 740
    And I do hope good days and long to see.
  • Gremio. O Sir, such a life with such a wife were strange!
    But if you have a stomach, to't a God's name;
    You shall have me assisting you in all.
    But will you woo this wild-cat? 745
  • Grumio. Will he woo her? Ay, or I'll hang her.
  • Petruchio. Why came I hither but to that intent?
    Think you a little din can daunt mine ears?
    Have I not in my time heard lions roar? 750
    Have I not heard the sea, puff'd up with winds,
    Rage like an angry boar chafed with sweat?
    Have I not heard great ordnance in the field,
    And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies?
    Have I not in a pitched battle heard 755
    Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang?
    And do you tell me of a woman's tongue,
    That gives not half so great a blow to hear
    As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire?
    Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs. 760
  • Gremio. Hortensio, hark:
    This gentleman is happily arriv'd,
    My mind presumes, for his own good and ours.
  • Hortensio. I promis'd we would be contributors 765
    And bear his charge of wooing, whatsoe'er.
  • Gremio. And so we will- provided that he win her.
  • Grumio. I would I were as sure of a good dinner.
    Enter TRANIO, bravely apparelled as LUCENTIO, and BIONDELLO
  • Tranio. Gentlemen, God save you! If I may be bold, 770
    Tell me, I beseech you, which is the readiest way
    To the house of Signior Baptista Minola?
  • Biondello. He that has the two fair daughters; is't he you mean?
  • Gremio. Hark you, sir, you mean not her to- 775
  • Tranio. Perhaps him and her, sir; what have you to do?
  • Petruchio. Not her that chides, sir, at any hand, I pray.
  • Tranio. I love no chiders, sir. Biondello, let's away.
  • Hortensio. Sir, a word ere you go. 780
    Are you a suitor to the maid you talk of, yea or no?
  • Tranio. And if I be, sir, is it any offence?
  • Gremio. No; if without more words you will get you hence.
  • Tranio. Why, sir, I pray, are not the streets as free
    For me as for you? 785
  • Tranio. For what reason, I beseech you?
  • Gremio. For this reason, if you'll know,
    That she's the choice love of Signior Gremio.
  • Hortensio. That she's the chosen of Signior Hortensio. 790
  • Tranio. Softly, my masters! If you be gentlemen,
    Do me this right- hear me with patience.
    Baptista is a noble gentleman,
    To whom my father is not all unknown,
    And, were his daughter fairer than she is, 795
    She may more suitors have, and me for one.
    Fair Leda's daughter had a thousand wooers;
    Then well one more may fair Bianca have;
    And so she shall: Lucentio shall make one,
    Though Paris came in hope to speed alone. 800
  • Gremio. What, this gentleman will out-talk us all!
  • Lucentio. Sir, give him head; I know he'll prove a jade.
  • Petruchio. Hortensio, to what end are all these words?
  • Hortensio. Sir, let me be so bold as ask you,
    Did you yet ever see Baptista's daughter? 805
  • Tranio. No, sir, but hear I do that he hath two:
    The one as famous for a scolding tongue
    As is the other for beauteous modesty.
  • Petruchio. Sir, sir, the first's for me; let her go by.
  • Gremio. Yea, leave that labour to great Hercules, 810
    And let it be more than Alcides' twelve.
  • Petruchio. Sir, understand you this of me, in sooth:
    The youngest daughter, whom you hearken for,
    Her father keeps from all access of suitors,
    And will not promise her to any man 815
    Until the elder sister first be wed.
    The younger then is free, and not before.
  • Tranio. If it be so, sir, that you are the man
    Must stead us all, and me amongst the rest;
    And if you break the ice, and do this feat, 820
    Achieve the elder, set the younger free
    For our access- whose hap shall be to have her
    Will not so graceless be to be ingrate.
  • Hortensio. Sir, you say well, and well you do conceive;
    And since you do profess to be a suitor, 825
    You must, as we do, gratify this gentleman,
    To whom we all rest generally beholding.
  • Tranio. Sir, I shall not be slack; in sign whereof,
    Please ye we may contrive this afternoon,
    And quaff carouses to our mistress' health; 830
    And do as adversaries do in law-
    Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.
  • Grumio. [with BIONDELLO:] O excellent motion! Fellows, let's be gone.
  • Hortensio. The motion's good indeed, and be it so.
    Petruchio, I shall be your ben venuto. Exeunt 835